There Are Always Teachers Who Want To Ask Out Parents

Chapter 102: The Person I Hold Dear In My Heart

The temperature inside the car suddenly rose, and Qi Yan was pressed against the door, unable to move.

A tingling sensation spread across her lips, and a flicker of astonishment passed through her heart. Suddenly, she became excited, gradually relaxing her body. Instead of resisting, she went along with it, her arms instinctively wrapping around Lu Zhiqiao.

With closed eyes, she savored this kiss with a hint of vinegar.

However, at this moment, Lu Zhiqiao released her. She abandoned her usual gentle and submissive demeanor and used one hand to hold Qi Yan's chin, her gaze gradually darkening. "Were you listening to music or looking at beautiful women?"

—hiss

Quite a strong hold.

Qi Yan didn't feel any pain. Hearing her sour words, a smile involuntarily formed at the corners of her mouth. She opened her eyes and playfully replied, "Of course, I was there to listen to music."

"How many pieces are there in total?" Lu Zhiqiao didn't believe her.

After asking the question, she hesitated for a moment, remembering that they had checked the performance program online before they set off. So, she changed her question, "How many encores are there?"

"Two."

"What are the pieces for each encore?"

"..."

"How long is the cadenza in the first movement of the first piece in the second half?"

"..."

After pondering for a moment, Qi Yan felt a drumbeat in her heart. She kept recalling the scene at the music concert, but despite searching in her mind for a while, all she could remember was the graceful figure of the beautiful female pianist, her agile fingers, and her fair and slender legs...

From a professional perspective, that perfect proportion and temperament seem to be made for the camera.

Classical music concerts have always been solemn and serious, with rare instances of pianists appearing on stage in such a provocative and avant-garde fashion. The vibrant and bright red outfit, set against the backdrop of orchestra members dressed in black suits, stands out with its passionate and lively appeal, showcasing its unique characteristics.

Her mind was filled with ideas for filming.

Of course, it could only remain as a mere thought. She is not involved in the music industry, and although she knows friends who have graduated from prestigious music schools, it is still difficult for her to break into the classical music circle. That circle is relatively closed, and it's not easy to get acquainted with the people inside.

It's a pity.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Seeing her clearly distracted, Lu Zhiqiao frowned and increased the pressure on her hand. "Feeling guilty? You still won't admit it."

"Ouch—"

This time it really hurt.

Qi Yan let out a groan but continued to smirk. She reached around Lu Zhiqiao's waist and gave it a playful squeeze, raising an eyebrow. "Are you jealous?"

When it comes to beautiful women appearing outside, her eyes act like automatic radar, accurately scanning and locating them. She has become accustomed to this habit over time, and it's not easy to change. When she looks at other beautiful women, it's purely for appreciation, always thinking about how to capture the best shots. Her intentions are pure. But when she looks at Lu Zhiqiao, her mind is filled with passionate love and even "dirty and messy" images.

How can they be the same?

But it seems that Lu Zhiqiao doesn't see it that way.

Seeing Qi Yan's teasing expression and a trace of cunning in her eyes, as if she was mocking her for being easily jealous, Lu Zhiqiao suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an icy abyss. A mix of bitter and sour emotions surged up in her heart, slowly reddening her eyes. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

"Qi Yan, you just want to see me jealous, don't you?"

"You intentionally want to see me feeling insecure and embarrassed in front of you because I care about you, don't you?"

Her voice gradually choked up, tears rolled down her cheeks. She let go of Qi Yan's hand, turned her head, wiped her face, and sat down on the nearby seat. She sobbed softly.    

Qi Yan froze, suddenly realizing the seriousness of the situation, and panicked.

"Qiao Qiao..."

She quickly suppressed her playful expression, leaned closer, and embraced her. "I didn't mean to upset you, and I didn't want to make you jealous. I..."

"Let go!"

Lu Zhiqiao struggled and pushed her away.

Qi Yan leaned back slightly but still held on tightly, clinging to her with a pleading expression. "Wife, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have looked around recklessly. I'll go back and apologize. I'll kneel on the keyboard." She leaned in, kissed her tenderly on the lips, and gently wiped away her tears with her hand.

In the end, Lu Zhiqiao's heart softened, and she no longer struggled. She turned around and embraced Qi Yan, burying her face in her hair.

When she was rational, Lu Zhiqiao could think that perhaps Qi Yan's professional habits had kicked in. That pianist was indeed beautiful and had a strong presence, and Lu Zhiqiao herself was amazed and took a few more glances. But ultimately, the person she loved was Qi Yan, and her eyes and heart belonged only to Qi Yan. Whenever she saw Qi Yan staring at other beautiful women, her emotions would rise, and she couldn't care about being rational.

She had given her heart completely to Qi Yan, but Qi Yan seemed to derive pleasure from seeing her get angry and jealous.

Totally asking for a beating!"

Thinking about it, that feeling surged up again. She raised her hand as if to grab the person's hair, but her fingers didn't exert any force. Instead, she lightly tapped them.

"Qiao, you and Niu Niu are the ones I care about the most in my heart. Although I occasionally enjoy seeing you get a little jealous, I would never intentionally do something like that. It was just a joke between us, and I know I was wrong... From now on, if I ever look at other women inappropriately, you can gouge out my eyes!" Qi Yan gently patted her back, then turned his head and planted a soft kiss on her ear.

Lu Zhiqiao trembled for a moment, collapsing boneless.

"You are the person I hold in my heart."

"Mm."

The two embraced each other in silence for a while. The sound of sobbing gradually subsided as Lu Zhiqiao lifted her head, cupped Qi Yan's face, and kissed her proactively. She whispered, "You can look at other women, but not in front of me."

"I won't look anymore."

"Then I'll look."

"Am I not beautiful enough?" Qi Yan pressed her hand against the back of Lu Zhiqiao's head and brought their lips together, gently teasing. "Who else is as beautiful as me? Who else has a better figure?"

In the warmth of their breath, desire lingered, intertwining with fragrances and sweetness.

Lu Zhiqiao was engulfed in Qi Yan's tenderness. Upon hearing those words, a faint desire to teach her a lesson emerged in her heart. She tilted her head to avoid the kiss, pressing Qi Yan down onto the seat with one hand while reaching for the armrest compartment in front. She retrieved a black cloth.

Before Qi Yan could react, Lu Zhiqiao raised the cloth and covered her eyes, swiftly tying a knot behind her head. Suddenly, everything went black for Qi Yan, as she lost her vision.

"Qiao?"

"What are you up to?"

Qi Yan instinctively waved her hands in confusion but was caught.

"What do you think?" With breath rolling like fire by her ear, Lu Zhiqiao's lips traced along the contours of Qi Yan's face, from behind her ear to her chin and then upward, capturing those lips.

The parking lot was quiet, with occasional residents' cars entering and parking nearby. People from the same building would walk past the black car which was still running, on their way to the elevator. If they glanced over, they would see the two melting figures in the backseat through the windshield…

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Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255

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On National Day, people poured out of Jiangcheng, and the city was filled with crowds everywhere.

The mother and daughter stayed at home and didn't go out. Lu Zhiqiao took the cushion from the backseat of the car, washed it, and placed it on the balcony to dry. Qi Yan avoided looking at the balcony the entire day, afraid that if she glanced at it, she would catch a glimpse of some lingering traces that couldn't be washed away. She also avoided spending too much time in the living room, as if she could still smell that scent.

It was her own scent.

However, Lu Zhiqiao always deliberately reminded her, saying it openly or subtly.

"Why do I still smell a scent on the cushion?"

"It smells quite nice to me."

"If only we could turn it into perfume..."

Lu Wei, who was feeding Naitang, suddenly looked up and jokingly said, "Maybe it's the scent of our Little Mom."

Qi Yan immediately tensed up, coughed lightly twice, and tried to conceal her unnatural expression with a smile. Then she exchanged glances with Lu Zhiqiao, and both of them blushed.

The next day, Qi Yan received a WeChat message from Chi Nian, saying that she had given birth.

Half a month ago, Chi Nian was admitted to the hospital for delivery. Qi Yan went to visit her, but her husband and mother-in-law were there, so she didn't stay for long. They had a brief conversation before she left, and they had been in contact through WeChat since then.

The child was born in the afternoon on National Day, which was a memorable day.

[It's a daughter.]

Qi Yan was delighted and replied happily, [A daughter is the best. Mom's little cotton-padded jacket*, hahaha.]

*a metaphor to describe filial daughters, and how daughters tend to be more clingy to their parents when young

As she stared at her phone screen, Qi Yan changed her clothes, quickly drew her eyebrows, and told Lu Zhiqiao that she was going out. She grabbed her bag and headed downstairs to the parking lot, thinking about getting some supplements on her way back home. Just as she was thinking this, her phone vibrated.

Chi Nian: [Mm, A daughter is also good.]

"..."

Qi Yan's hand on the car door stopped.

She stared at the few words on the screen, feeling an indescribable emotion in her heart. Perhaps she was being overly sensitive, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Chi Nian's response sounded forced and somewhat disappointed, as if she was trying to console herself after a dashed hope.

What did she mean by "also good"?

Was the birth of a girl not eagerly anticipated?

She's the birth mother.

Hopefully, she's just overthinking.

Qi Yan turned off her phone, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily, feeling a tightness in her throat. She shook her head, closed her eyes, and opened them again, then opened the car door and got in.

The maternity hospital was crowded with women of all ages, from newborn babies to elderly grandmothers hunched over.

There were women undergoing gynecological examinations, having abortions, and receiving prenatal check-ups…

T/N: Abortion is legal in China. So don't be surprised if it gets mentioned nonchalantly in Chinese Novels.

Qi Yan didn't like coming to this place.

Carrying the supplements, she hurried to the hospital room, pushed the door open, and saw Chi Nian lying in bed, her face pale. There was no one else beside her, only a baby stroller placed next to the bed.

"A'Nian."

She walked over, putting the things aside. Although she called her friend's name, she couldn't help but glance at the child first.

The newborn baby had reddish and wrinkled skin, sparse fetal hair, closed eyes, and tiny fists tightly clenched. She lay quietly in the crib, and it was difficult to tell who she resembled at first glance, but she was undeniably adorable.

Qi Yan instantly fell in love with her.

"Yan Yan..." Chi Nian called her, her voice slightly weak.

Qi Yan immediately averted her gaze and turned to meet Chi Nian's melancholic eyes. Her smile froze on her lips for a moment, but she still said with joy, "Congratulations! You're a mother now. Can I shamelessly ask to be her godmother? Hahaha..." As she spoke, she sat down on the chair next to the bed, her gaze lingering on the crib.

Was Niu Niu like this when she was little? She wondered.

"Having a second child is inevitable, sigh..." Chi Nian turned her neck, smiled, and sighed.

Qi Yan remained silent.

"I thought the first child would be a boy."

Qi Yan pursed her lips and pondered for a moment before saying, "Isn't having a girl also good?"

"It's not that it's not good, but I just wanted an older brother to take care of his younger sister. If it's the other way around, with the older sister taking care of the younger brother, when my daughter gets married, the prospective groom would probably be reluctant to marry her knowing she has a younger brother. Sigh, it seems like men care about these things..." Chi Nian stared blankly at the ceiling, as if speaking to herself.

At that moment, the feeling of nausea became incredibly strong.

Qi Yan's gaze darkened as she placed her hand over her chest, patting it gently to alleviate the discomfort. She changed the subject and asked, "What about your husband?"

"He stayed with me all night yesterday. I told him to go home and rest, and my mother will come over later."

As soon as she finished speaking, the family member of another patient across the bed received a phone call. The voice was a bit loud, and Qi Yan instinctively turned her head to look. An elderly person with a few gray hairs smiled and spoke in the local dialect, "She's given birth, she's given birth! It's a grandson, oh ho ho ho..."

The person was smiling so wide that their mouth couldn't close.

The young woman across the bed seemed to have noticed the attention and reached out to poke the elderly person, gesturing for them to lower their voice. The elderly person then went out with their phone.

Qi Yan withdrew her gaze and happened to catch sight of Chi Nian tilting her head, her body slightly turned, and her eyes shifting downward, seemingly looking at the baby crib across the room. Qi Yan furrowed her brow, feeling a tightness in her chest. She quickly pretended not to notice and turned her head to look at the baby.

The little pink dumpling was sound asleep with closed eyes, unaware of anything, and knowing nothing. Today was her second day in this world, but it was also the second day that she wasn't eagerly anticipated.

As evening approached, Qi Yan left the hospital and wandered aimlessly on the street for a while, dissipating the gloom in her heart.

Upon returning home, Qi Yan found her daughter sitting on the sofa, engrossed in watching a variety show while holding a candy. She was laughing foolishly, completely absorbed in it. The aroma of cooking drifted from the kitchen. Qi Yan casually placed the recently received package aside, changed her shoes, and headed straight for the kitchen.

There, she found Lu Zhiqiao wearing an apron, standing in front of the stove, cooking.

The sound of the range hood was buzzing, slightly loud, masking the sound of footsteps. Qi Yan quietly approached and wrapped her arms around Lu Zhiqiao from behind. "Wife~"

"Hey, you startled me." Lu Zhiqiao shook her shoulder and turned her head, smiling. "You're back. How is Chi Nian doing?"

"She's alright." 

Qi Yan responded lightly and softly pressed her thin, soft lips against Lu Zhiqiao's ear, causing her to shiver. Then she released her embrace. "By the way, my parents said we should go home tomorrow for a meal."

"Okay" Lu Zhiqiao paused, sprinkling a small amount of salt into the pot and continuing to stir-fry.

The dish being cooked was one that Qi Yan enjoyed, and on another stove, a soup that both mother and daughter loved was simmering. During their time off, they preferred to stay at home and explore the realm of gourmet cuisine instead of venturing into crowded places. Their days were filled with eating and sleeping, and as a family of three, they found joy, warmth, and happiness.

Being together with the one you love, even if life is incredibly ordinary, brings happiness.

They quietly held each other, without saying a word.

After finishing cooking, Lu Zhiqiao turned off the stove. With a gesture, Qi Yan immediately knew what she wanted, and she quickly grabbed a plate before Lu Zhiqiao could reach it.

The two exchanged smiles.

As Lu Zhiqiao plated the dishes, she suddenly remembered something and asked, "Have you told your parents about my family?"

"...Not yet," Qi Yan hesitated, looking at her with a dazed expression. "I only mentioned that your parents have passed away, but I didn't know whether I should take the liberty to disclose the rest, so I didn't say anything for now."

Her heart started to pound.

Qiao Qiao's family situation is quite complicated, involving many private matters. She is undecided about whether to speak about it or not. She was planning to discuss it with Lu Zhiqiao after the Mid-Autumn Festival, but got busy and forgot about it.

If Qiao Qiao is unwilling, she would never disclose it on her own, even if she were facing her own parents.

Lu Zhiqiao was taken aback, a smile forming at the corners of her mouth. She set aside the dishes she had prepared, wiped her hands, and turned to embrace Qi Yan, pressing her face against Qi Yan's. She whispered, "It's okay, let's tell them. They will have to know sooner or later. We can say that my family members have all passed away in an accident, and that Niu Niu is my brother's daughter whom I have raised."

Qi Yan nodded, "Okay."

"In fact... I don't mind the past that much anymore." Lu Zhiqiao closed her eyes and lightly pecked Qi Yan's lips.

Unsatisfied, she kissed Qi Yan again.

Qi Yan narrowed her eyes and smiled mischievously. She purposely tilted her head to avoid being kissed and found Lu Zhiqiao's tear mole, giving it a playful nibble.

"You..." Lu Zhiqiao frowned and raised her hand to hit her.

"I have something for you~"

Qi Yan quickly dodged and ran out, opening the package she had just received. She held the pink items inside and returned to the kitchen, unfolding them to show Lu Zhiqiao.

They were two custom-made adult-sized panties, pink in color, with pig tails attached.